[ Harley speaks and smiles brightly, shimmying her shoulders a little to make the sleeves rustle and shimmer. ]
This jacket's made of 100% recycled or like, reclaimed materials so. Go environment, right? Doin' my part to fight global warming and all that.
[ Harley shrugs her shoulders. Hey; she isn't all villain, after all. She prefers anti-hero, tyvm. Harley snorts a little, thoroughly amused that Jesse actually lowers himself to look under the table. She wiggles her sequinned sock-clad toes at him when he looks to see if she's only wearing one boot (which she very much is). That's just how Harley rolls. It speaks volumes about her flying-by-the-seat-of-her-pants type attitude that she always carries. Somehow she gets away with it, and maybe even makes it look good. She perks up when Jesse asks if he can help her look for her boot. Having a partner sounds like much more fun than looking for it alone. It helps that Jesse's actually pretty cute, even the morning after a buttload of drinks. That says something. ]
Yeah! After breakfast? Gotta get some fuel in me.
[ Harley rubs her stomach and, as if on cue, a waitress stops by. She appears to have a gruff exterior. She looks as if she's worked here since dinosaurs roamed the Earth. The Types of people who look like they pried themselves out of the very walls to serve you; like the crew wh have become part of Davy Jones' ship in that Pirates of the Caribbean film. Like she's been there forever. You'd imagine she'd had a cigarette hanging from her lips in times past when smoking was allowed, even for staff. She asks what they want to drink. ]
I think we could both use some of your famous coffee. I'll take an OJ too. And I'll have the pancakes with a side of bacon.
[ She figures Jesse's had enough time to figure out what he wants. Most diners have the same offerings for breakfast, anyway. ]
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Date: 2022-10-11 01:20 am (UTC)[ Harley speaks and smiles brightly, shimmying her shoulders a little to make the sleeves rustle and shimmer. ]
This jacket's made of 100% recycled or like, reclaimed materials so. Go environment, right? Doin' my part to fight global warming and all that.
[ Harley shrugs her shoulders. Hey; she isn't all villain, after all. She prefers anti-hero, tyvm. Harley snorts a little, thoroughly amused that Jesse actually lowers himself to look under the table. She wiggles her sequinned sock-clad toes at him when he looks to see if she's only wearing one boot (which she very much is). That's just how Harley rolls. It speaks volumes about her flying-by-the-seat-of-her-pants type attitude that she always carries. Somehow she gets away with it, and maybe even makes it look good. She perks up when Jesse asks if he can help her look for her boot. Having a partner sounds like much more fun than looking for it alone. It helps that Jesse's actually pretty cute, even the morning after a buttload of drinks. That says something. ]
Yeah! After breakfast? Gotta get some fuel in me.
[ Harley rubs her stomach and, as if on cue, a waitress stops by. She appears to have a gruff exterior. She looks as if she's worked here since dinosaurs roamed the Earth. The Types of people who look like they pried themselves out of the very walls to serve you; like the crew wh have become part of Davy Jones' ship in that Pirates of the Caribbean film. Like she's been there forever. You'd imagine she'd had a cigarette hanging from her lips in times past when smoking was allowed, even for staff. She asks what they want to drink. ]
I think we could both use some of your famous coffee. I'll take an OJ too. And I'll have the pancakes with a side of bacon.
[ She figures Jesse's had enough time to figure out what he wants. Most diners have the same offerings for breakfast, anyway. ]